Boy Lost

He had black eyes, witti long Inehes, red cheeka, and hair alnost biaok and du.ost ctirly. Hü woi'u a urtinaon plaid jacket, with full troiwers butloimd oti. ÍI;id a habit of whfctling Lind liko to afck questions. Was nolo npanied by i n a 11 bla k dog. Ir is u long whilo no1 sinoo he di-uppaí.riid 1 havo a very pleasaut hoUHö and muoh eouifta My giKwis say, "An 1 it is pleasan't hele! Everyihing has much oí' an orderly, put-awiy look - iioihing about . nder loot, nu din I But my eyes are ahiug for tlio sight of whittlings and cut papers upon trio tíoor, of tumble -down oard-houSe ; o'. wooden shuep nnd cattle ; oí p.ip-guns, liuwa and anow?, wliipa tops, gu-carts blouks und truuipery. I wuiH tu see buats a-rigging, and Lites amaking. I want tosee urumblas on the ujrpet, und pasco spilt ui) the kitcheu table. 1 want to yen ti. e chaira and the tables turnad the wrong wuy about ; I waut to Mee thu candy-inaking, and oorn-uopping; and to fiiid jáólc-knivet and fislihudka among aiy nmslius; yut thesc things used tci frut mu otioe. TiiBy t-ay - ' Ah I yon havo leisure - nutning to dldturü you ; wliat liuaps of sewniyou llave linio fr. ' Uul 1 lung tu bo a.iktid Pr a bit . f étrïrtg or an oíd riüwtipupur ; for a ceiit t'i Ijuv a slatepoiicil or pi.-a-ntit.-'. I want lo be l-OMXd f'r a pieotiot' new clvith for jib.-J ur inainwuil-i, and tltun to ham iliu Kaíiicj 1 want to makü lit lü tiag.-, and bagá tu hold marbles ; I waiil lo be tollowed liV little letit a:l over tlltí hoUN ; toased íor a bil oí dougli tor a liillu uako, or lo bake a pie ni a saucur. YuC tliea tliingü used to tidel mu ouco 'í'fiey say - " .ti ! you ure nóttied at honie. llow deligtnlul always tí brf ac liburyt lo gj to conoertn, lootura, and par ies ; uu contioetinítit for you." But I waut cuntiueinetit ; I want to lisien for the chnúl buli luorniugo to givo the Ui:-t tiiisty wah anU urush, and then to watcü, i ruin thtí window, niuiblti lont bouiiüing to solmul. I uant ireqiK'iit rents lo iiiend, and rupUce lust. uuttons 1 aut to obli'erate unid otain.-, fru'lt st'áiiis, and paitits of all colora; i want to üo.Miting by a httl ) crib oí e ve Urda) wheu wo.iry .itttó leot aru al rus., and pratlUilg vuico-í aro nuafitíd, ttuil luouiers inay hih their lnlabius, and teil o er tha ole repjattíd sinrius. Ttiey do.i't k,io.v tlidir tiappiness theu - tho.fe uiotners. 1 didn'i. xV!l tnesc things 1 callud uontiuo;nenl once. # A ínanly figure ttands before me no.v He is taller ttian 1, lias lliiuk blaoK vliikers, and vvears a Iroulc cjiít, bx oiued niiirt and éraVat. He hasj si comí froui colluge. lio briuga Jj.t'.in and Gi'riuk ÍH tiis couiUoiianuo, i.nd buts of Uiu o.d piiilosophers tór tilo sítting rouin. Ho oalls mu motilar, bui i lun lallier unwilluig to own nini. He stoutly. dfclare.-v lie is cuy i."V. and says he wül prove it He bnugs me a siriüü pair of whit'ö irousurs. wiiu gay sliipes at the Bde, and aks iiib ïf i didii'i. makt' them tur lii.u wheu ho'jtnued the boy's militia 11 u says he is ihe very boy, too, that made the b- hre near the barn aa tliat wo ciino vury Qour liaviug a tire iu óiirúést. He bnngs hfá little boat to show the red B ripeon iho dail (it, was the end oí ihe piecf,) and tho ua:nu oh ih ■■ siern - "Lucy Low" - a liule girl of our ncighborhood, who beoause of lier uurla and pretty round lace, was the chcJaea fuvonte of my htlle boy. lier curls were long sineo cut off, and she has grown to be it tu lt baodwHne gul. How the red cornts to hisface when heshovvs me the name on the boat. Oh ! 1 see i: all as pfuin as ïf il werè writtéti in u book. Áív little one is lost, and my big ne will ïoon ba. Ofi ! if lio was a ,'iltle t:red v y in a long white gowi;, 1 lying in a littie crib with me sitting by, holili ig his hand in mine, pustiing lii.- curls back irom liis ('ivchead, watuhing his !v' lids droop, and hstaning to hi.i di e_i bre ahing. 11 1 nad t'iily my little bny ngain, how pal ent 1 would ba. How muuh 1 would boar, and how little l would fret and Hcold ! I can never havu Ifin back ngain ; but thure aru still many muthers who luivnt't vet lost llieir littL boy. I wonder ii thoy know they are living their best days; that m'w is theii time to roallv enj oy thcir childrer. ! I think it I had been more to my little boy Imight now bo more to my grown up one.